Dear Commander-in-Chief

When she thought about being controlled by others everywhere, even when she went to the hot spring on the third floor, she had to be scolded by the man. He even applied a cheap potion that made her so painful, and he didn't give her any herbs to apply...

Yun Qiao couldn't wait to divorce Gong Sheng in the next second.

She then opened the book "One Hundred Ways to Divorce Her Husband" that she wrote (drawn) in prison and started planning seriously.

Well, the first one is to make your husband’s subordinates hate you first.

Does that mean that the old eunuch hates him?

But the old eunuch seems to have a good temper. How can I make him hate me?

Yun Qiao fell into deep thought.

Early the next morning.

After the palace saint went out to attend official activities.

Yun Qiao got up miserably.

After fussing about her breakfast, she sat on the sofa and started pointing unceremoniously:

"This tablecloth is too ugly, change it!"

"What a broken flower, it's neither red nor pink, replace it with white!"

"There isn't even a timer at home, what? There is one in the warehouse, and it's covered in dust? Why don't you quickly clean it up and put it out?"

"What? You said that the Palace Sage hates cats and will scold you if you see a cat at home? Then go outside and catch one and raise it!"

She directed the servants around.

Uncle Zhang was even more powerful than the others, dealing with all her tricky questions.

The whole day passed.

Yun Qiao looked at the brand new decoration in the room, holding a white kitten that was just one month old, and looked at the servants, cooks and drivers standing in a row in the living room with some confusion.

"Aren't you tired?"

Everyone shook their heads: "I'm not tired."

Yun Qiao: "Don't you hate me?"

Everyone waved their hands: "No, no, no, Miss Qiao, you are very cute."

Yun Qiao looked at Uncle Zhang in confusion: "Why? After doing so much work, you still don't hate me? You know that the palace saint will come back soon and you will be scolded, why don't you get angry?"

Zhang Bo smiled and explained:

"Don't be angry. Miss Qiao, you don't know something. The President usually travels a lot on business and rarely comes home. Even when he comes back, he is busy working until midnight and just comes back to sleep. Everyone rarely meets him."

"To be honest, my house is quite deserted. We are the ones who look at each other all year round."

"Sometimes, everyone is even afraid of being fired by the president - because there is really no need for people like us, that's okay."

"Now that you are finally here, you not only chat with everyone, but also tell everyone to tidy up the room, change the decoration of the house with new patterns, and create a new atmosphere. Everyone is very happy, and it is worthwhile to be a little tired, because I feel that there are women in this family. The owner’s aura is very warm.”

“What’s more important is that everyone has found their own place, the chef is motivated to research new dishes you like, the servants are motivated to do more hygiene a day, and even the driver has more opportunities to go out to buy groceries every day. Quite a bit. Everyone feels that if they are busier at work, they are less likely to be fired, which is very happy!"

"So, Miss Xiao Qiao, don't worry about us, just tell us to do things!"

Not only did Uncle Zhang say this, but other servants also nodded frequently, indicating that this was their true thoughts.

Yun Qiao: "...!"

What?

Why are the thoughts in these people's heads so different from hers? They are completely opposite!

She tormented them all day, and they actually thought they were happy?

Yun Qiao suddenly fainted.

She lay weakly on the sofa: "Okay, okay, you can leave. Just take care of dinner. You are in such a good mood, I am not in the mood to eat..."